Wednesday 22 August 2012

Lost..


Cocktails and mocktails,
beautifying life.
Shimmering lights of glamour cheating soul, pampering flesh,
a deep lie they believe, in depression.
Ice cubes of an urban life melting
with each heat wave,
of advancing life, technologies;
  deceives conscience , builds hot chambers.
A generation mourns inside; celebrating loud and
lamenting in silence.
His history is written in blood,
Still, no lessons learned,
warm stains of blood thickening.
Monuments of his victory expanding,
in a bonsai pot, shrinking.
The diamond inside him,
still hidden.


24 comments:

  1. A provocative poem, reflecting modern urbanity and dissolution.

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    1. Thank you so much for this visit....thanks...:-)

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  2. history written in blood..still no lessons learned..Ice cubes of an urban life melting
    with each heat wave...the diamond still hidden... can be read in different ways but there seems to be hope that the diamond comes to shine...

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    1. thank you Claudia....hope must be there always...

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  3. Really an excellent piece. I love how this poem has, at least for me, two distinct flavors to it, and watching it transition and to where it ends up at, is truly nicely done. Strong piece.

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  4. Thank you for this appreciation......:-)

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  5. You write such lovely poems, deep and intense and full of meaning. I love visiting your blog for this very same reason. Your poem makes me get in touch with the inner self. Great work again, Sreeja :-)

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    1. Oh this is an honor....thank you so much....:-)

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  6. Ice cubes of an urban life melting
    with each heat wave,
    of advancing life, technologies;...nice, really like that...history is written in blood, though we often pretend it is not....

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  7. I agree with Claudia, he seems to be such a wastrel, and he is not learning the lessons but, there is hope eventually that the diamond will indeed, shine. Very thought provoking write Sreeja.

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  8. ----------speechless !! Amazingly etched..a poignant piece!I liked these lines...
    "A generation mourns inside; celebrating loud and
    lamenting in silence.
    His history is written in blood,
    Still, no lessons learned,"
    Take a bow, Sreeja. Great job!

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    1. Thank you so much for this blessing Panchaliji.....

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  9. So much history seems to be written in blood. When will this ever change? A strong poem here, Sreeja!

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    1. Thank you so much....I think i too have repeated this in my writing...:-)...hmmmm some matters haunts you...

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  10. It's all atory. So what story would serve us best? Must we reamin lost?

    Robert Frost never seemed to consider that the world might end in fire AND ice!

    Make mine an 18-year-old Glenlivet -- on the rocks!

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    1. Thank you sir for this visit......we have many other stories..the great one with Ahimsa.........oh I am not being depressed....the diamond is still there..just a matter of discovering.....

      Thank you so much sir....bow you....

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  11. Beautiful poem Sreeja!!! :)

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  12. Enjoyed your word choices and images. And thanks so much for coming back to visit my blog. The probs I had were related to my Twitter follow me button so I just got rid of it.

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    1. Thank you Victoria... that's good you got rid of it....:-)

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  13. Very very interesting from the git-go!

    A little dark, but maybe teensy points of light trying to break through in the diamond yet to be shined and shared.

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    1. Thank you so much....there is always light...we need to open our eyes...:-)

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